Supposedly, Hemingway once wrote a story in six words: "For sale: baby shoes, never worn." I'm no Hemingway, but I dig the idea of ultra-short stories.
I write them from time to time. You might like some. You can find me on Twitter at @dcwllms.

Sunday, December 9, 2012

672. The wintery apocalypse of Burl Ives

At dawn on Christmas Day families all over the neighbourhood were opening their gifts.
In the street, the snowmen were moving.
They were mobilizing; organizing.
With weapons of pure ice they marched through the neighbourhood.